The Zhao Clan Leader's face darkened, and fear surged in his heart.
However, since things had come to this, he had to grit his teeth and persevere even if there was a disaster.
Otherwise, scholars, farmers, businessmen and merchants will be punished.
The Zhao family would always be a lowly merchant.
Thinking of this, Zhao Clan Leader waved his hand and shouted,""Men! Block the door and don't let anyone in!”
Hearing the master's order, the servants and servants of the Zhao family stepped forward and used a human wall to block the entrance of the Zhao residence.
The Zhao family has raised us for thousands of days, and we will die for justice today (^-^).
"Old man Zhao, do you want to die?”
Butler Zhang shouted.
Hearing this, the Zhao Clan Leader shook his head.""No, I can't! My Zhao family wants to kill you, but you're not from the government. How dare you rob a private house? Could it be that the Tang Law is not strict enough?”
Butler Zhang fell silent and the crowd took half a step back.
The situation was in a dilemma.
…
Zhao Manor. In the backyard.
The maids carried the little fellow and rushed into a small attic.
The pavilion was quiet and quiet, and the scenery was pleasant.
On the second floor. In front of the boudoir.
"Little Lord, we're here!"
The servant girl gently pushed open the door and respectfully let the little guy in.
Chen An raised his head and sized up the scenery in the room.
The wooden tables and chairs had ancient sounds and colors, and a pair of mandarin ducks were embroidered on the bright screen. The paper window facing south had a red "happy" character pasted on it.
Behind the mandarin duck screen, there seemed to be a vague figure sitting in front of the bed.
He didn't move at all.
A faint orchid fragrance entered his nose.
"It smells so good!" Chen An praised.
At this moment, suddenly!
But with a clang, the door to the boudoir was closed. Then, he locked the lock…
Chen An was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
What kind of situation was this?
Should he ask the young lady inside?
With this thought in mind, Chen An walked around the screen and walked in.
In front of the bed.
Hearing the footsteps, Young Lady Zhao, who was dressed in a wedding dress, became anxious. Her delicate body trembled slightly.
As the daughter of a merchant, Young Lady Zhao understood very early on that
she could only obey her father's orders and marry. As for who she would marry and whom she would marry, she could only pray to the heavens.
I hope I can meet someone good.
She didn't want to be rich and noble. She only wanted her husband's family to take pity on her and not beat and scold her at will.
The sound of
footsteps rang out, getting closer and closer.
Finally, the sound stopped.
Her future husband had come to her.
Zhao Youniang became even more nervous.
"I beg Young Master to lower the curtain and first…first remove the veil.”
His body was trembling, and his voice was trembling. One could imagine the fear in the girl's heart.
However, one could not defy their parents 'orders, even if the person who came was an old man or a beggar.
He could only accept his fate.
As the girl's nervous voice fell, a childish voice sounded,""What veil? Was it the one on her sister's head? Oh, I understand!"
Young Lady Zhao was stunned.
What was going on?
Why was it a child's voice? Could it be that he was married to a rich young master who was accompanied by a servant even when he entered the bridal chamber?
In his bewilderment, a jade ruyi stick reached out.
With a swoosh, the bride's veil was instantly lifted.
Young Lady Zhao's face was red as she slowly and timidly opened her eyes.
In front of him, a little guy tilted his head and looked at him curiously.
The little fellow was very small, about three feet (one meter).
He was wearing a gray cloth. The cloth was very clean, but it was patched up.
It could be seen that the little fellow's family background was not very good.
However, his eyes were extremely bright. Looking into his eyes, it was as if he was looking at the starry sky
…
Young Lady Zhao asked in surprise.
Today, she was sitting in the boudoir waiting to get married under her parents 'orders. He heard that she would marry the top student of this year's county examination, Wen Kui.
But what was going on now? Why did a little kid run in?
Heavens!
Where did he come from?
Where was his father? How could he let a little child barge into the Zhao family's backyard and even run into his boudoir?
"My name is Chen An. Sister, where are you from, the 'Swams'?
The little guy asked with a smile.
"Uh..."
Young Lady Zhao paused and said her name out of courtesy,""My name is Young Lady Zhao. Little child, why are you here?”
"I don't know!"
Chen An tilted his head and replied with a smile,""It was Sister Servant who carried me in. I don't know what happened either. Hehe!"
What was that?
A servant girl carried him in?
Could it be...... Could it be that this little girl is this year's county trial head name, Zhenguan three years "Jiangling County" Wen Kui?
Heavens!
He was still a child!
How could a father allow his daughter to marry a child?
I…I…
"Wuwuwu…Wuwuwu…"
Thinking of this, Young Lady Zhao instantly began to cry. Tears flowed from her beautiful eyes, following the girl's charming face and dripping to the ground.
"Ya! Sister, don't cry, don't cry!"
Chen An crawled to the girl's side and reached out to wipe the tears from her face.
It didn't matter if she didn't wipe it, but once she did, the girl cried even louder.
The girl was 14 years old.
Looking at the child's height, he was at most seven or eight years old.
Fourteen minus seven…
This marriage was a total of seven years apart!
"Why is my life so bitter? Father, why are you treating your daughter like this?”
The girl cried sadly, over and over again.
"Sister, don't cry, don't cry!”
"
Don't cry. If you cry again, I'll scold you!" "Roar!"
Chen An raised his hands and acted like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
Combined with his height, his young face, and his fair little hands…
Oh my god,"Hungry Tiger" stung my eyes!
"Puchi!"
The young girl broke into a smile.
"You…you…little troublemaker!”The young girl said in a low voice.
Chen An giggled.”
The young girl wiped the tears from her face with her wedding dress, then turned her head slightly and carefully sized up the child beside her.
Was this little fellow going to be her husband in the future?
However, he was too young!
How would his future days be like?
Sigh!
Young Lady Zhao sighed in her heart.
"Sister Youngling, I'm hungry. I want to eat pastries!"
Hearing her husband's words, Young Lady Zhao, who had been reading the 'Women's Training' since she was young, quickly stood up and went to the table to serve her husband some pastries.
The long wedding dress slid on the floor.
At the end of the wedding dress was a beautiful young girl. She was shy as she held a pastry and slowly walked over…
This scene was warm and sweet, but it also seemed to contain endless charm.
"Little Fu…An 'an, here, I'll give you some pastries. Eat!"
In the end, Young Mistress Zhao still called him "Little Husband". This was too embarrassing.
"Thank you, sister!"
Chen An took the pastry and ate it in big mouthfuls.
At this moment, no one knew what would happen next.
That was a…
No one cared about the watermelons anymore. Sob, sob, sob!）
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